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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you
What: Mercenary fairy, pouting silently over her loss
When: This weekend
Where: All over the castle
Rating: Probably G, since she can't even swear

This. Fucking. Castle.

When Molotov woke up only inches high with wings, and tried to say those exact words, all that came out of her mouth were tiny little bell-like noises, chiming and tinkling and generally annoying even herself.

It was a first, not wanting to hear her own voice.

After stumbling across the pillow, which took forever, Molotov managed to master her wings, clumsily gliding around close to the mattress at first, but soon flitting all around the bedroom. She took off as soon as the door was opened, heading out through an open window to fly all around the castle grounds.

She looks mostly like a little ball of light. An angry, speeding little ball of light. And she might try to take it out on you.

Comments

[molotov]

There's another obscene gesture as Molotov stretches out in the glass of the light fixture, like she's just getting a tan. She does like to go sunning, and with her tiny, made-of-flower-petals clothes off, it's pretty much the same thing.

So now Spike is stuck with not being able to fish her out because she's naked, and also somehow having to bribe her to get redressed. Your move, Spiegel.

[gottaknockhard]

It's not the same thing at all. Also Spike is moderately sure that she could cook herself if she gets too close to the bulb. Which is why he's looking so alertly, checking for smoke.

Or he could turn off the light. That took a surprisingly long time to occur to him, but a second later he's getting off the couch and flicking off a switch. Now he can't possibly see her naked.

"Don't forget to thank me later."

[molotov]

Molotov howls when he turns the light out, throwing a chime-y little tantrum in the light fixture, banging her fists and heels against the glass. She will not be outdone, she's so irritated! Hastily throwing her clothes back out, she darts out and toward Spike, trying to attack him again. Such an angry little fairy!

[gottaknockhard]

Woah, he was not expecting that. Spike backs up immediately, holding his hands in front of him like he's really intimidated by a tiny furious Molotov. He'll pass it off as utter confounded if anyone asks later, which he's hoping they won't.

Grabbing an old shirt, he holds it up in front of him like a bull cape, for lack of other ways to deal with this. Ein barks helpfully, and Spike makes sure to shoot him a disgusted look before waving the shirt around, trying to get her to settle the hell down. How does this always happen when he helps women out? It's a mystery.

[molotov]

Molotov flies at his face over and over, though she stops when he holds up a shirt like... what the hell is he doing? She legitimately has no idea what's happening here.

She glares at him, then descends down to her canine transport and has Ein head for the door, which she points at and screams about until Spike lets her out.

With his dog.

It's hers now.